He decided to delete the local files and reinstall. But when he opened his file explorer, the "Succubus" folder wasn't filled with .dll or .exe files anymore. It was filled with image files—thousands of them.
His heart hammered against his ribs. He looked at the timestamp of the photo: SuccubusData edycji: Wczoraj, 17:10PowГіd: Updat...
He opened one. It was a photo of his own living room, taken from the perspective of his webcam. In the center of the frame, sitting in his empty gaming chair, was a blur of dark wings and violet eyes. He decided to delete the local files and reinstall
The document opened. The text was being typed in real-time, the cursor blinking with rhythmic malice. His heart hammered against his ribs
He sat on the floor, gasping, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Silence reclaimed the room. He told himself it was a virus—a sophisticated, terrifying prank.